#domestication of a feral scientist

[writingmysanity]

Lullaby

Prompt: Lullaby

Pairing: Viktor x reader (Domestic!Viktor- does this have its own tag yet?? it should, its hot.)

Word count: 616

A/N: I am sorry that i have been so inconsistent on posting. I am trying '^^ mental stuff. Am getting better. i think. this is helping. If you have sent in a request, I am working on it. This is for my domestication of a feral scientist bit. it brings me much serotonin.

Humming to yourself, you fight to keep your eyes open, arms still automatically bouncing Aryn gently. Not even her shrill cries seem to be enough to keep you up much longer. Normally, Viktor would have long ago taken over, but Heigmerdinger claimed an emergency. He has been gone since the early hours of the morning.

Sighing, you glance out of the high windows, the only light shining through them is the yellowish radiance of the street lamps just outside. 

“Come on, sweet girl,” you whisper, voice thick with sleep, head lulling down to stare at her as you bounce her, her cries softening. “I know you need sleep- mama, too.” you must have been more tired than you realized because you didn't hear the sound of the door opening and closing, nor the tell tell sound of Viktor’s cane. In fact, you didn't notice him at all until his arm slid around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. Yelping softly, your head whips to look at him, clutching Aryn to your chest, heaving a deep sigh.

“Oh, Viktor,” you hum, offering him the best smile you can manage. The bags under his eyes nearly match your own. He smiles softly back, pressing his lips to your cheek. “Welcome home.”

“Hand her over, Dove,” he hums, moving to shift in front of you, opening his arms to the bundle wrapped to your chest. You frown, shaking your head. 

“You must be exhausted,” you grouch, body already reaching to set her in his arms. He chuckles, pressing his lips to your forehead, cradling Aryn to him with one arm, the other holding you there for a moment, allowing him to breathe you in with a deep sigh.

“You more than myself, Dove. Please, you need rest. Go lie down,” he mumbles into your hair, rubbing his thumb behind your ear. “You deserve it.” sighing, you look down at her, her fussing lessening now that she is in his arms. 

“Daddy’s girl,” you gripe playfully, grinning when his shoulders start to shake in laughter, knocking into your own. 

“I will be with you as soon as she is asleep,” he promises, lips brushing just above your eye. Nuzzling into your temple, he lets go of you in favor of taking hold of his cane once more. “I crave nothing more than sleep, as well.” sighing, you nod, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before heading towards the bedroom. Before you're even able to flop onto its surface, you hear the soft groveling sound of your parents’ record player clicking in the background before a familiar tune starts. Smiling to yourself, you cuddle under the blankets, dozing off listening to Viktor sing to Aryn gently, her cries dying down quickly. 

You wake a few hours later to the soft patter of rain, and the gentle cooing of Aryn in the next room. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you push yourself up, looking to your side. Viktor didn't make it to the bed. Sighing softly, you shake your head with a smile as you stand to make your way to the living room. Once there, you have to stifle your laughter, seeing Aryn swaddled and placed gently in the portable bassinet Viktor and Jayce had designed for her, eyes open wide, chattering away to her father who is lying half on the couch, arm thrown over his eyes, mouth ajar, a soft snore acting as ambient noise for the now bustling baby girl who has locked eyes with you. 

Allowing yourself a soft laugh, you sneak over to her, tugging her to you.

“Shh, let’s let papa rest, little one. He needs it.” 

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Wild vs. Feral, Domesticated vs. Tame, Native vs. Invasive, and Why Words Matter

Originally posted on my website at https://rebeccalexa.com/wild-vs-feral/

Recently a post crossed my dash on Facebook featuring a small group of llamas in the forests of the Olympic Peninsula. The caption described them as “wild” llamas (Lama glama). That may seem pretty innocuous to the average person, but to a naturalist it’s a gross mischaracterization. For one thing, llamas are completely domestic animals, no more wild than a cow or dog; they are descended from the guanaco (Lama guanacoe), which is a truly wild camelid. So this means that the llamas on the peninsula are feral, not wild. But why does the distinction of wild vs. feral matter so much?

The terms we use to describe various species help us to understand their origin and, perhaps more importantly, their current ecological status. These concepts aren’t just relevant to scientists, however. Everyday people are constantly making decisions that can affect the ecosystems around them, and often these decisions are made without having a full understanding of their impact.

For example, look at how many people release unwanted pets into the wild, whether domesticated rabbits, goldfish, snakes, or other, more exotic animals. Some of these unfortunate animals end up dying pretty awful deaths due to starvation, exposure, or predation. But others manage to survive and reproduce, becoming the latest population of non-native–and potentially invasive–species in their ecosystem. This wouldn’t happen if more people understood the impact of non-native species, and how releasing captive animals puts native species at risk.

But it all starts with knowing that there’s a difference, and understanding the terms that explain why that difference exists. So let’s explore some vocabulary that can be used to describe species, whether animal, plant, or otherwise.

Let’s start with domestication, because there often seems to be confusion as to what makes a species domesticated. Domestication is a process that takes many years, often measured in centuries. Humans breed chosen animals for particular traits over a number of generations. As time passes, each subsequent generation becomes more different from the wild species it originated from, and eventually a new, fully domesticated species emerges from this process of artificial selection by humans.

Dogs (Canis familiaris or Canis lupus familiaris) are the first animal humans domesticated in a process that started about 30,000 years ago. They evolved from the now-extinct Pleistocene wolf, a particular lineage of the gray wolf (Canis lupus), and it’s likely that the partnership began as some wolves showed less fear of humans while scavenging from our kills. By 14,000 years ago dogs were a distinct species (or subspecies) from wolves.

Dogs display very different characteristics from wolves. Their faces tend to be shorter with a more pronounced stop (the bump in the forehead where the muzzle meets the rest of the skull.) Floppy ears and curled tails are common, as are patchy-colored coats. Dogs tend to have weaker muscles than wolves of a similar size, shorter legs and smaller feet, smaller teeth, and a smaller size overall. This is a phenomenon known as neoteny, in which domesticated animals have a tendency to retain more juvenile physical traits of their parent wild species, and you can see it in domesticated animals across the board.

But it’s not just physical appearances that matter. Behaviorally dogs are generally more friendly toward humans; in fact, they’ve even developed some human-friendly body language that wolves don’t have, like “puppy dog eyes.” They can be easily trained and, unless poorly socialized, dogs generally enjoy the company of humans.

In many ways, physically and behaviorally, a dog is a wolf that never grew out of its puppy stage. While a young wolf pup may be able to live in someone’s house for a short time, as they grow older they become more destructive and less tolerant of human company. Your dog may love watching out the window during a car ride, but a wolf is going to be much more stressed out by the experience. Even wolf-dog hybrids have to be treated differently than your average domesticated dog because the wolf content has a significant effect on behavior.

This is just one example of how domestication isn’t just a matter of a few generations of selective breeding. You can also compare domesticated horses (Equus ferus caballus) with Przewalski’s horses (Equus ferus przewalskii or Equus przewalskii) or zebras (subgenus Hippotigris), domesticated cows (Bos taurus) with stories of fierce wild aurochs (Bos primigenius), and so forth. In every case the wild and domesticated counterparts are very different in both appearance and behavior.

Now, what about the term “tame”? Many wild animal species have been tamed over the years, either wild-caught individuals or those born in captivity. These tame animals may be more docile in comparison to their fully wild counterparts, but this generally takes a lot of handling and socialization from a young age. Moreover, tame animals retain a lot more wild behaviors than domesticated ones.

Take those supposed “domesticated” foxes that people want to have as pets. Most of the foxes available as pets have no relation to those in the famous Russian fox domestication experiment, but are from modern fur farm lines. And in fact the study foxes came from Russian fur farms, so the researchers were beginning with pre-tamed animals rather than truly wild ones. While some tame foxes may be more amenable to human handling than wild foxes, they are by no means domesticated. They are more prone to wild behaviors like urinating everywhere to mark territory, chewing on anything they can get their jaws on, nipping, and making a LOT of noise. Moreover, whereas dogs adapted to eating an omnivorous diet after millennia of eating alongside us, foxes need a more specialized diet than what you can get at a pet store.

Unfortunately there are unscrupulous people within the exotic pet trade who will advertise their tame (at best) stock as “domesticated.” This often leads consumers to thinking that they’re getting a much more tractable animal that will be as easy to care for as a cat or dog, and sets up everyone involved for disaster (except, of course, the seller with a fatter wallet.)

Next, let's compare wild vs. feral. A wild species is one that has never been domesticated, nor have its ancestors. Generally it will be a native species to its ecosystem, though non-native species can also be introduced to an ecosystem without ever having been domesticated. A feral animal, on the other hand, is a member of a domesticated species that has escaped or been released back into the wild and has survived to reproduce new generations that have never been handled by humans.

I’ve often heard people refer to the feral swine (Sus domesticus) that have ravaged ecosystems worldwide as “wild pigs”. They may behave in a wild manner, and they certainly look rougher and hairier than your average well-fed domesticated pig on a farm. It’s not uncommon for feral animals to regain some traits of their wild ancestors. However, that does not make them truly wild.

If you manage to wrest away a litter of newborn piglets from a feral sow and bottle-feed them, they are likely to be able to be socialized and kept in captivity, though they may still physically resemble feral pigs. They haven’t lost the deeply-ingrained genes that carry domesticated traits. However, if you try to raise a newborn Eurasian wild boar (Sus scrofa) or red river hog (Potamochoerus porcus), it will lack the domesticated traits of its farm cousins and show more wild traits as it ages, making it a rather unsuitable pet or farm animal. We also see this return to domestic traits in mustangs and other feral horses captured at a young age. While a mustang born in the wild may be tougher to work with at first than a foal born in captivity and handled from birth, the mustang will be much more calm and easier to train than, say, a zebra.

The problem with referring to feral animals as “wild” is that this suggests they are a natural part of the ecosystem they are in. Because a truly domesticated species (or subspecies) is not the same as the parent species, it has no place to which it is native as a wild animal.

A native species is one that has evolved in a given ecosystem for thousands or even millions of years. In the process it has developed numerous intricate interrelationships with many other species in that ecosystem, creating a careful system of checks and balances. A non-native species is any species that has been taken out of the ecosystem in which it evolved and placed in a different ecosystem where it is not normally found.

For example, here in North America the mourning dove (Zenaida macroura) is a wild native species. While it may resemble domesticated pigeons, it has never been domesticated even when kept in captivity. The Eurasian collared dove (Streptopelia decaocto), on the other hand, was introduced to the Americas after a few dozen individuals were released in the Bahamas in 1974. The feral pigeon (Columba livia domestica) is a domesticated species derived from the rock dove (Columba livia), which is native to Europe, west Asia, and northern Africa. Both the collared dove and pigeon are examples of non-native species. Most non-native species do not offer any benefits to the ecosystems they are introduced to because they do not have established relationships with native species. When they compete with native species for resources, they weaken the ecosystem overall.

Non-native species can be further categorized as naturalized or invasive, or even both. A naturalized species is a non-native one that has managed to establish reproducing populations, rather than going extinct without becoming established. Unfortunately, some people take this to mean that the species has become fully integrated into the new ecosystem. However, this is a process that again takes thousands to millions of years as other species adapt to the newcomer, which itself often also changes as it adapts to its new environment.

Ring-necked pheasants (Phasianus colchicus) are an example of a naturalized species in North America. Native to Asia and parts of Europe, they were introduced here as a game bird 250 years ago. While captive pheasants are regularly released into the wild to offer more hunting opportunities to humans, this species has likely been naturalized from its first introduction.

Again, “naturalized” doesn’t mean “natural”. Pheasants compete with native birds like northern bobwhite (Colinus virginianus) and prairie chickens (Tympanuchus spp.) Not only do they compete for food, nesting sites, and other resources, but they also spread diseases to native birds. Pheasants even engage in brood parasitism, laying their eggs in native birds’ nests and sometimes causing the native birds to abandon the nest and their own young entirely.

This means that the pheasants are also invasive as well as naturalized. Invasive species are non-natives that aggressively compete with, and sometimes displace or extirpate, native species. There are several hundred species that have become seriously invasive here, including both vertebrate and invertebrate animals, and numerous plants. But even the rest of the over 6000 non-native species that have become naturalized here still put pressure on native species, and have the potential to become invasive if their impact increases to a more damaging point.

Hopefully this gives you a clearer understanding of what these terms mean and why it’s important to know the difference. By knowing a little more about how your local ecosystem works and how different species may be contributing to or detracting from its overall health, you have more power to be able to make decisions that can preserve native species and help ecosystems be more resilient. Given that the removal of invasive species is one of the most important ways we can help ecosystems thrive in spite of climate change, it’s more important than ever that we increase nature literacy among the general populace. Consider this article just one small way to move that effort along.

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Vore trope list

Screw it I’ve been looking for a list of vore tropes and stuff and can’t seem to find any! so you know what I’m going to make my own.

(Almost all of these I imagine as safe or has the option to be safe.)

Feel free to use this as an ask game too!

Story tropes:

Knight in shining armor (protection vore)

A heroic meal (protection vore but eating the bad guy)

Dragons sacrifice (poor soul(s) offered to a monster)

A bet (stupid idea + pride leads to shenanigans)

Feral/ lost to instincts (pred looses control of themselves)

Oh no you don’t! (Pred keeping prey from doing something stupid)

Tummy time out (prey annoyed/upset pred too much and ended in tummy as punishment)

Extreme cuddling (just as it says. both wanna be cozy together and what better way than inside a tum?)

dentist (thorough cleaning but with its own risks of being eaten due to being within a mouth)

vore spa day (covered in delicious smelling oils and products and given a deep massage deep into a pred)

magic! (Potions or spells making this small and safe)

sci-fi (aliens and other biological/scientific shenanigans leading to vore)

willingly “sacrificed” to a god

food play (from noodles to cakes and icecream get creative and have fun!)

Saved from drowning (merfolk or lifeguard making sure someone gets the air they need inside where they will be safe)

fearful (I don’t like the sound of fearplay)

cat and mouse games (pred having fun while the prey may or may not, depending)

hide and eat (hide and seek but the seeker is very hungry~)

Any taur vore (from nagas to centaurs, to driders, to anything you can think of!)

multiple stomaches (a safe one/storage and one not so safe one maybe)

slimes (pred or prey they can be both!)

edible clones (best way to remove extras is to eat them!)

high vore (they either got high from the prey or the pred was high and got munchy)

dinner dates (ending with an amazing prey dessert to finish off a successful date)

inexperienced/first time (weather it’s pred or prey is so good)

shy (either pred or prey struggle to ask.)

casual (just walk up to friend and say I want in. Or can I have a snack for a bit. Shrug and relax for an hour or two)

kidnapping (best way to ensure transportation and that they won’t get away)

object vore (from a small key to a fricken box tv. The bulges are always a fun plus)

Come and get it~ (pred ate item/person prey needs so they have to go down to get it)

sick (pred needs something to settle their stomach, or prey wants to hide away from the world and their troubles.)

comfort (help ground a pred during a panic attack. Help hide prey from anxieties)

A different form of love (other species licking and gently swallowing their loved ones as signs of affection.)

healing vore (stomach juices heal things alive and break apart anything dead.)

tough soft guy. (Scary/intimidating with a soft spot for one special prey.)

multiple prey (weather the pred was gluttonous or overwhelmed both are good.)

super willing and unwilling (pred excited to nom someone and they are not ok with it. And a super willing prey where the pred is somewhat worried/freaked out)

VIP (very important prey, gets a nice backstage show ending in a belly.)

sleep eating (pred had a nice dream about eating a marshmallow. Where’s their pillow/prey??)

another world (maybe somewhere where this is normal)

betrayal (prey gets gobbled up by friend and feels betrayed that they were nothing more than a meal/snack to who they thought they could trust.)

always close (pred hugging belly close or always having a hand over their precious cargo)

experiments! (Scientists doing things inside just because they are curious!)

overprotective (either pred or prey but they are possessive of their friend they aren’t allowed to be eaten by/eat anyone else!)

teasing (being charismatic or using double meaning words to get a snack or message across~)

domestic (a happy couple/ roommates sharing some nomes after cleaning together or getting things settled from the days adventures.)

robot (safely store items and prey at optimal temperatures and in a safe environment until threat has passed, or scans are completed, etc)

mine! (Hoarding things where NOONE can get to without their permission)

strings/equipment included (keeping prey on something to help them get out, though it may or may not fail depending on the pred)

demons deal (you got what you want and what they want in return is a nice meal~)

drink addition (prey floating in a drink and going down to their own special pool)

hot and cold (hot belly’s for cold days and cool belly’s for hot days)

It was an accident! (Took a tumble right down someone’s throat?! Or they didn’t notice someone in their drink)

Other:

Same size

half size

g/t

micro

cat size

willing

unwilling

squirming

switch

pred

prey

reformation

goopy/ painless digestion

fatal/perminant

oral

belly mouth

tail

Vore to endosoma

Half/full tour clean

dream vore

energy sapping

bulging stomach

hammer space stomach/ pocket dimension belly

[yandereaffections]

Hellsing Masterlist

Alucard

Falling in love HC

Turning S/o into his No Life Queen

Headcannons

The 30 years hes gone

How Alucard approaches you

Integras view on your relationship

Fluff HC

How freetime is spent wth his S.o

Protecting his S/o from the hands of Millienium

Alexander anderson trying to ‘save’ his S/o

Pet names hc

Using Alucards last name

Affection HC

Domestic HC

Alucards Child reader unintentionally being a yandere magnet 

Seeing his child reader after 30 years

Turning his S/o HC

Darling offering their blood to Seras

S/o’s hopelessly in love with him

Darling who greets him with nose rubs and kisses

Asking why he gave Seras a choice to Turn but not you

After care HC

Christmas w/ Alucard HC

S/o suffering through their period 

Sick S/o

S/o who’s basically a bunny

Darling visiting their family outside the country

Darling who is agressive unless theyre being held

Amnesiac S/o 

Foreign s/o introducing him to their family

Parental Alucard finding out his kid is in a harem

Small and innocent darling

S/o having to stay in their native country for family emergency 

Human S/o who’s terrified of him

Anemic and hemophobic Darling

oblivious S/o

Arguing with Alucard

Comforting Alucard after a nightmare

Accidently upseting his crush

S/o getting hurt

Alucards reaction to Seras being obsessed with his S/o

Playing Hide and Seek

Bunny who fears and avoids him

Accompanying his Bunny on chores

Alucards reaction to a bleeding S/o

Bunny using his jacket as a blanket while waiting for him to get back

Making Alucard melt

Showing Alucard merchandise of himself

Managing to get him a present

S/o is a university student

Bunny w/ low self esteem 

Yandere Alphabet: H,K,T

Alucard reacting to someone romantically approaching his bunny

Yandere Alphabet: A,B,E,I,Q

Yandere Alphabet: L,S,X

S/os Neurodivergent 

Alucard reacting to Iscariot trying to take you away from him

Punishing s/o

Vladcard headcannon

Playing Tag

Comforting Alucard

What makes Alucard go Feral

Feeding from Bunnys blood

Taking him to your home

Telling Alucard hes apart of your family

Sleeping in a coffin with him HC

Getting Alucard a gaming console 

Iscariot managing to kidnap Bunny

Finding a newly turned vampire s/o

Scaring off rivals

Trying to escape cuddling with him for your classes/work

S/o wanting revenge but not being able to take the last step

Darlings accident prone

Taking a bullet for him

Hellsing Alucard meeting Castlevania Alucard

Trying to cheer up his bunny

Platonic Headcannons

Loving Alucards voice

S/o shifting into sleep when showing him something

Darlings going to the hospital due to a mission injury 

Platonic Cuddling Headcannons

Trying to get him into a new hobby

S/o whos too shy to sing in front of him

Darling who seems dead while sleeping

S/o who cares for everything including monsters

Taking in a stray after a mission

Play fighting with him

Trying to hide him in fear people would try to experiment on him

S/o struggling to stay up all night

Pulling him off to dance

Touch starved Headcannons

S/o who fears confined spaces & cant sleep in the coffin

Narcoleptic S/o

Abridged Alucard & Normal Alucard fighting over you

Abridged Alucard Headcannons

S/o a bunny hybrid

S/o is a singer/dancer

Running into a tourist S/o during a mission

Being invited to a Wedding on S/os side of the family

Abridge Alucard interacting with normal Alucard

S/o is all loopy from getting their wisdom teeth removed

S/o showing favoritism towards Abridge Alucard and normal Alucard

Polar opposite S/o

Punk S/o whos only soft to him

S/o with a Zuko scar looking birthmark

MtF S/o

S/o worrying their not good enough for him

S/o whose aggressively affectionate

Wanting to wash with Alucard

Scientist S/o who loves talking about their interest

Human S/o who was experimented on and now has powers

Baskerville loves Alucards S/o

Giving him positive reinforcement 

Bunny likes to serenade him

Selectively mute S/o saying “I Love You” for the first time

Preference to the job at Hellsing S/o has

Getting caught in crossfire and being turned by a enemy vampire

Small buff s/o

Confessing to him first

College student S/o tied up in a bunch of college stress

Celebrating his Birthday

Taking him sight seeing in your home town

Taking S/o on a date to the aquarium 

“You look so cute―scared and shaking under my touch.”

“You’ve been so good for me. Don’t ruin it like this.”

Succubus S/o

S/o learning romanian 

Scary movies

Naga HC

Siren S/o

S/o gives him lil knicknacks from their home country

Biting him back

Bunny being the big spoon

Abridge Alucards ginger S/o being called “soulless”

Alucards ginger S/o being called “Soulless”

Yandere Alphabet D,F,H

Gamer/streamer S/o

S/o from our world appearing infront of the hellsing manor

Newly transformed Vampire S/o likes biting him as affection

Seras Victoria

Platonically obsessed with Alucards S/o

Reaction to Alucard turning his S/o (platonic)

Falling in love with Alucards S/o

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing

Headcannons

Walter

Headcannons

Pip 

Headcannons

Alucard

NS FW HC

Somnophila HC 

S/o who likes to be choked 

Watching his bunny masturbate 

Cockwarming Headcannons 

Breeding Kink & Aphrodisiac 

Alucard and Abridged Alucard x s/o Threesome

[foursaints]

ive been thinking about domestic rosekiller lately and omg im gonna go feral.

scientist!ev coming home from work to see barty passed out on the couch, a sandwich in the fridge for when ev got home 😭 little shit like that makes me want to cry

call me basic but the thought of house husband barty legit makes me want to start eating drywall (in a positive sense)…. i KNOW that man can michelin-level cook when he wants to…

the sandwich he leaves in the fridge for evan is casually garnished with a single tasteful sprig of fresh dill. it features a homemade aioli. and sometimes evan looks between the effortlessly fancy sandwich in his fridge & the messy man passed out on the couch in his ratty misfits t-shirt that has gaping holes in it with his laptop still propped open on his stomach playing like Eraserhead Baby 24Hr ASMR. and evan feels a wave of love so powerful he wants to collapse but instead he just nudges barty’s nasty boot off his nice coffee table and sits down to quietly munch on his sandwich beside him

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 862

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements , dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

Square filled: @spnaubingo -Dystopian AU

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 They say the third time is the charm, this will be the last rework of the Prologue.

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Prologue

North Dakota

1999

John Winchester slowly drove down the snow-covered drive leading to an old warehouse and parked the ‘67 Impala in the back of its busy lot. All three Winchesters silently climbed out and trudged through the accumulated snow to the front entrance. If anyone had given him the choice between being here or hell, John would have picked hell.

Eighty years earlier

A virulent disease accidentally escaped a research lab, and the following pestilence wiped out 70% of the Omega population worldwide. At the same time, Alphas and Betas were predominantly immune and rarely died from it unless they had a chronic illness.

As in ancient times, the remaining Omegas were fought over, resulting in countries declaring martial law and rounded up the remaining Domestic Omegas. Several years later, a treatment was developed but the damage was nearly irrevocable. Betas had begun to reproduce to the point the other sub-genders would be extinct within a few decades.

At a hastily convened conference, the world's leading scientists offered the governing bodies with a short-term, yet controversial, solution: obtain Omegas from the remaining Wild Packs for a breeding program.

They presented evidence that introducing their genetics, relatively unchanged since splitting from their wolf ancestors, into mainstream populations would create a natural immunity against future resurgence and rebalance the sub-genders. Many argued the idea was insane. Those Omegas, or O’s, were too feral, still living as their wolf ancestors did and incapable of being domesticated.

The scientists then demonstrated an implant they developed containing multiple benefits. It would dampen O’s natural aggression and induce presentation from sixteen to thirteen. Domesticated Omegas had been bred down to present their early twenties and produced one pup at a time. The implant would also shorten the time between breeding seasons and increase litter size by controlled ovulation hyperstimulation.

The world leaders drew up a preliminary framework for each country that signed the accord to follow. Over the next thirty years, they would procure Wild Pack O’s for distribution from government-managed facilities, with an addendum upon review it’d be extend in certain regions if deemed necessary. In the Americas, it was called the Hibbing Procurement Act.

Over those years, the populus discovered other uses for the O’s descendants, who developed into their distinct designation called House O’s. Unscrupulous individuals elected lawmakers who supported extension after extension, even installing loopholes, such as permitting Wild Pack Alphas to accept payments under the table from those on the fringes for O’s the government deemed unsuitable for breeding, creating an underground network of sellers called The Dealers.

And who would complain if some O’s slated for legitimate sales accidentally slipped through and sold for exorbitant prices on the underground market?

John knocked on the steel door in a predetermined code. As it slowly rolled open, he glanced at his almost grown pups, thankful they’d taken a dose of rut suppressants earlier because the air was thick with ready-to-breed O scent.

Walking into the building, the younger Winchesters automatically fall back on their training, checking their surroundings for potential danger. John observes to his left buyers on cell phones circling like vultures eight steel cages displaying O’s clad in elaborate silver collars, high-end specimens selling for exorbitant prices.

The rest of the warehouse is an open space with multiple rows of O’s kneeling side by side, leashed to low railings anchored in the concrete floor. They wear color-coded leather collars denoting their monetary value.

“John Winchester, this is a surprise! To whom do I owe the honor of your presence?” The nasal voice of Everett Helms, a black-haired Beta, oozes the fake, cheerful demeanor of a used car salesman approached the trio. Hunters only dealt with Helms because he was reputed to be able to acquire anything they needed..for a price. John had hoped to avoid him, but after eight days of unsuccessful procurement at other facilities, The Dealer was his last option.

Helms held out his hand, and John felt bile rising, not wanting to touch him when a poorly timed footfall caught his attention. “These must be your pups. My, my my, delicious, aren’t they!” Helms remarks as his eyes rove over Dean and then settle on the youngest Winchester calculatingly when a loud, menacing growl fills the air.

Dean's eyes began glowing red, daring the ogling Dealer to make a move on his ever-growing little brother. He felt Sam huddle closer to his back and release his calming pheromone as, judging from their father’s posturing, John was about to tear into Sam for attracting attention after specifically instructing him to stay invisible. Sam quickly averted his gaze down through his shaggy bangs, glaring at his oversized, sneaker-clad feet, again wishing he wasn’t so fucking clumsy with this growth spurt.

Helms turned back to John, acting as if nothing had occurred. “I hear your oldest got himself in a peck of trouble, and he needs an O to stay out of prison. Well, John, may I call you John? You’ve come to the right place. As you can see,” he waved a hand over his domain, “I can supply any type of O an Alpha could wish for.”

Part I

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva  @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67  @leigh70

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WF: @slamminmine

[heartfullofleeches]

What if catgirl ghost (domestic) and foxgirl vampire (feral)

Y'all gonna kill scientist reader they just wanna reanimate the dead they didnt ask for this

[call-me-scott]

imma write a wattapad ship fanfic.

I got several plots in mind… poll below text :))

Paperhat angst following BH’s POV as he slowly falls in love with flug over the course of his employment, in heavy denial of it. In his attempt to keep true of himself, his brand, and the very antithesis of love that defines him, black hat is forced to stand on the sidelines as Flug rekindles an old flame with Miss Heed.

Paperhat pinning heavy fix where Flug is captured by Heros. Black Hat and Flug secretly share a mutual attraction for one another, but with both unable to put a name to their own feelings, remain professional. When Flug is captured and forced to work as a PEACE scientist, presumed dead by all, both wonder what could've been.

Paperhat whump where black hat is captured by Heros. Black Hat awaits his execution as PEACE tortures him, both trying to figure out his weakness and in spite or disgust of what he represents. Flug turns from loyal henchmen to fully obsessive as he tries to track down his jefecito, willing to do anything to get his boss back home. (Hint: He turns feral).

Paperlizardhat trilogy following each of their POVs of how they slowly fall in love with each other, slow burn and domestic fluff heavy. Each book will follow their Dementia, Flug, or Black Hat from their initial (and albeit poor) impressions of each other to their growing fondness to being married.

Uh.. Bottom black hat smut, just cause the world needs more of it. Paperhat, LizardHat, or PaperlizardHat because Flug has definitely fucked in canon, Dementia would peg his ass in two, and Black Hat is a pillow princess.

Learn more in my midnight rambling on my wattpad account: https://www.wattpad.com/1399776620-the-book-of-paperhat-fanfic-concepts

[localcanadiancryptid22]

As promised here’s a follow up to my last post!. Mad scientist breeds plus a bit of info about keeping them 😊.

• First off we have the classic cartoon mad scientist!. These guys are great for beginners and are really easy to care for. They can range from silly little guys who just wanna make weird gadgets to villains who need more special interaction.

• The old school breed is classic, though I wouldn’t recommend for first time owners. These guys after often undone by hubris and will try to bend the laws of nature if left unsupervised for long (frankenstein and Dr Jekyll fall here) it is recommended to have a hero to keep them in check

•The horror doctor. These guys are notable for their blood stained looks, and a tendency to do horrific expiriments on living subjects for the fun of it. These guys really shouldn’t be left alone and some people argue against the breed cause they are often bred to be violent.

•One of my favorites,steampunk scientists!. These guys are covered in gadgets and love to tinker!. They are great for a family but you need to make sure they have enough metal (preferably brass and copper) to make things!. Otherwise they will get depressed!.

• This isn’t really a breed,but of course there is a morph that can occur in any breed: limb replacements!. Whether it’s a see through head,a mechanical arm,or basically anything,some mad scientists will replace bits of themselves with synthetic replacements. It has been argued that this is due to stress,but no real answer has been agreed on as perfectly healthy and happy scientists have been seen to do this.

• Genetic mutation scientists are some of the hardest to care for, as their needs constantly shift. If you don’t give them enough external stimulants they tend to mix their genes with whatever tickles their fancy.

•Lastly feral scientists. These are not pets and should not be approached in the wild! You can generally tell a domesticated scientist from a wild one in three simple ways; a feral scientist will carry a bag filled with equipment, their lab coat will be less bright, and they have sharp claws to defend them selves. Best to keep away for both yours and the scientists safety.

Of course different genres will determine colours and personalities of all breeds. A children's media steampunk scientist will act a whole lot different than a horror one. And these are just a few notable breeds!. Be sure to do research before choosing a pet :).

[deadbnnuy]

Spotted Death: Chapter 7, Our True Power

The white figure sauntered casually through the building through portals that practically tore through the walls around them, giving horrified gasps and screams to scientists in Alchemax, Johnathan payed absolutely no mind to them as he made his way to the room that housed his creation... the super-collider.

"Boop." He pressed the button that closed the forcefield to seal the group behind him out. He shoved the scientist at the main control panel out of their chair and took their seat. "S'cuse me, thanks!" He said condescendingly with a smug touch to his tone. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr ran over, hitting the forcefield with a small static sounding "thud!"

"Can you deactivate this extremely strong barier?" Pavitr questioned one of the scientists, who answered after a moment's hesitation "It can't be deactivated until the collider sequence ends."

"Colider sequence...?" Miles muttered, looking up at where Johnathan sat typing away at the computer."

"Spot, you need to stop!!" Gwen cried, Miles and Pavitr trying to strike the barrier and protest, "Wait, no!" Miles said, to no avail.

"I'm about to be so much more than villain of the week..." Johnathan muttered to himself. "Look, I'm sorry I called you that! You're a great villain." Miles said hurriedly. "Not yet I'm not..." Johnathan said softly.

"You can't do this, you don't understand!" Gwen tried to reason. "Oh I can't. But we can." He said, snapping his fingers. "Sic em."

The group looked confused for a faint moment, then their spider senses tingled... a growl was heard behind them as they turned around quickly.

Wolf dropped from the ceiling onto his feet with a loud thud, teeth bared, snout wrinkled in a growl as a inhumane, cruel smile spread across his face.

"Hallo, kleine spinnen..." he said with a low voice. The group stepped back a little, Wolf growled softly and lowered to all fours. "Nice puppy..." Miles muttered. Johnathan continued inputting the proper code to activate the super-collider.

"Wanna play?" He said with a crazed chuckle. "Uh, not really!" Pavitr spoke awkwardly, Gwen wracked her mind for a way to handle... whatever the hell this thing is and stop Johnathan from activating the collider. Miles stood conflicted on what to try to tackle

Wolf pounced into the group, snarling like a feral dog, grabbing whoever he could get his hands on, grabbing Gwen by the front of her hood and leaning in inches away from her face, a strand of drool dripping from his lips and uncomfortably close to her face.

"Gwen- no-!!" Miles panicked, worried for her safety, and did the first thing that came to mind. He webbed the wolven creature in the face, blinding it and rendering its jaws unusable, it yelled in anger and dropped Gwen as it tried to rip the web off of its face.

Miles ran over to Gwen, who pointed at the forcefield. "Try to break it! Stop him! I'll handle the dog!" She ordered. "Not a dog, Spidergirl, He's canis lupus, a wolf, not canis lupus familiaris, a domestic dog." Johnathan piped in. "SHUT UP!" Miles and Gwen mused with eachother.

Wolf ripped the sticky webbing from his face and snarled, sights set on Miles for his little stunt... Gwen acted, jumping onto his back and aiming to choke him out, the two fought as Miles ran to the forcefield, attempting to push through it and get through. An automated voice was heard.

"Activating Collider."

"No!!" Miles cried, hitting the forcefield harder and Pavitr attempted to help. Wolf came over and grabbed them both by the collars of their suits, restraining both Miles, Pavitr, and Gwen. "There are consequences to your actions, you know... now watch. Watch as you lose everything.... feel familiar?" Wolf growled in Miles' ear.

Suddenly, the metallic clanks of accessories jostling in a run was heard, All four of those, including Wolf, in the room looked over. The person clad in a punk inspired Spiderman costume raised his hand, a guitar pick in it, and struck a note that deafened Wolf, who shouted in pain and dropped the spiders in his arms, covering his ears.

Running up, the punk Spiderman leapt through the barrier with no difficulty, much to the awe of almost everyone in the room, Miles stared in amazement at the unknown person...

Johnathan looked upon the scene with an unreadable, and nonexistent expression. The punk skid to a stop before him. "Hobie!!" Gwen shouted, extatic at his arrival . "Hobie, my guy!" Pavitr mused. "Hobie...?" Miles echoed.

"Oh another one--" Johnathan chuckled as he spoke, leaning back and putting a hand on his hip as he pointed to the group "I love how many variations of you there are--" before he could finish his sentence, Hobie interrupted.

"My man Pav, big step up! Y'got me?" He pointed at Pavitr as he approached, then playfully punched him in the chest. "What's this guy saying?" Miles asked. "It's English for we get along great and we're close friends!" Pavitr responded as the punk subjected him to a barrage of noogies and playful hits. "Is this thing up here from 1610?" He pointed at the collider.

"Hah, no." Johnathan chuckled. "Well it was fun meeting all of you, but you're getting in the way of our little plans... I'm only interested in one of you." His face void narrowed as he looked at Miles, who felt a cold chill run down his spine.

"We can talk about this--" Miles began, Johnathan interrupted him, looking at Wolf. "Be a dear and handle the spiky one, I'll handle the girl and the short one."

"Hey!" Pavitr protested, Wolf grinned cruelly. "With pleasure, meine liebe." Wolf said with a growl in his throat as he turned to Hobie, who brandished his guitar like a weapon. "Come at me ya mangy mutt." He taunted Wolf.

Wolf growled and galloped toward the punk, who took a swing at him with his guitar, which Wolf ducked out of the way from and swept Hobie's ankles, toppling him to the floor for a moment before he pushed himself up.

Gwen and Pavitr ran toward Johnathan to handle him, Johnathan chuckled "Oh you guys are just the most clueless little things. Don't you see?" A portal formed beneath them, causing them to fall from what felt like a thousand feet as they landed from another portal across the room.

"We've already won." Johnathan said, erupting into laughter. Miles attempted to web the maniacal scientist, who blocked the attack with a portal and redirected it to Miles, sticking him to the wall with his own web. He sauntered over, hands behind his back, he tilted Miles' chin up with a hand.

"How does it feel, Spiderman?" He spoke lowly. The collider hummed and whirred as it activated, Gwen and Pavitr stumbled to get up to stop this madness, but Wolf threw Hobie into them, leaving all three of them in a pile on the floor.

Johnathan forced Miles to look into the void that used to be his face. "You'll finally have a villain worth fighting... and I won't be just a joke to you!" He barked in anger.

The collider activated, and Johnathan offered his hand out to Wolf. "Shall we?" Johnathan purred maliciously, Wolf grinned, sharp teeth glistening. "Dont mind if I do." He said as he took Johnathan's hand as they went to enter the collider, the spiders stumbled to their feet, and went to free Miles, the black, pulsating, constantly moving portal began to pull the two villains toward it.

The group grabbed eachother's hands and attatched a web to the two's backs. "You're not a joke!" Miles shouted, "You're completely unamusing!" Pavitr mused.

"See!? No one here thinks you're a joke!" Miles attempted to reason. "They won't after this." Johnathan said ominously. Wolf sliced the web with his claws.

The portal disappeared, along with the villain duo. The four stood flabbergasted. "Well, another easy adventure for Spiderman--" Pavitr began "No no no-!!" The other three attempted to stop him before--

In a blinding flash of light, the collider seemed to explode, sending the two into an aimless multi-dimensional whirlpool, bright colors and incomprehensible things flashing before the heroes. Miles swore he saw... his town being destroyed by the villains. And his father... he regained his awareness, the image flashing away.

"What was that..."

Johnathan loomed over him, colors inverted and glitching, like a living child's drawing that always twitched and moved like scribbled lines. "Our future." He said simply.

"I'm going to take everything from you..."

"-- Just like you took everything from me."

Miles stared up in shock. "What...?"

"See you back home, Spiderman..."

[writingmysanity]

Illumination

Prompt: Stained Glass

Pairing: Viktor x Reader

Word count: 559

Tw: none. tis fluff.

A/N: This is going towards my domestication of a feral scientist random blurb list. Reader is preggo with baby Aryn. this is sort of a tentative part two to HOME. Whoop, also, hello all. I am really sorry about the random time lapse. Life has been hectic. But I am back now to write up a storm.

The weeks following the move into the new house were busy- mainly for Jayce and VIktor. They both refused to allow you to help with anything of consequence due to the pregnancy, despite your doctor stating that you were more than capable of helping, as long as it is something you would have normally done prior- nothing too strenuous but your job description rarely relied on strenuous tasks. There is little heavy lifting in being Mel’s aid. 

While Viktor works on your shared room– doing what, you are unsure seeing as he, too, can not lift much– you work on the living room. There is little to lift, but plenty to clean. Jayce has cleared out the middle wall, separating the kitchen from the living area, opening the space dramatically. 

Settled onto the coffee table is your record player, your parents. It is old and barely working, the sound coming out slightly more static-y than you remember it being as a child, but you don't care. Happily, you drop the arm, sighing in relief when the melody begins, quickly filling the space with its gentle melody. You have long forgotten the words your mother used to sing, but you still feel the warmth of her arms around you while she sings, the melody easing your fears. Spinning around with the broom, can't help the smile that stretches across your face as you swirl to a stop at the windows, opting to clear some of the residual dust and dirt from the vibrant stained glass windows you discovered the day prior- all covered and boarded up. The brilliant blues, greens and purples flood the room, staining the hardwood floors, shadows flickering amongst the fuzzy rays as you move, humming out loud. 

In the all but empty home, the music echoes, dancing down the hall and into your room, making Viktor pause in his work. Listening intently, he softens, running his thumb over the hook of his cane as he wanders closer, careful not to make too much noise, sighing happily. He knows this song.

Pausing at the end of the hall, he leans against the wall, watching you dance in the light, swirling around with the broom. Your skirt flutters around your ankles, lifting slightly as you twirl making you feel like you're walking on air. The dancing lights remind him much of the mosaics you had shown him once, illuminating the warmth of your smile as you spin to a stop, a giggle escaping your lips as you continue to hum, only catching a glimpse of his form before you spin to a stop- half bowed, arm stretched in his direction, hand out. 

An invitation.

Unable to stop his own smile, he steps forward slowly, settling his cane off to the side as he tugs you closer, settling your body neatly against his. Slowly, he wraps one arm around your waist, fingers curling around your hip lightly as he takes your hand with his free one, fingers slotting around yours as he tugs you to follow his steps. Grinning, you do so gladly, freezing only when he drops his head to rest his mouth next to your ear, softly singing the words as he spins you. Taking a weak breath, you tug him closer, resting your forehead to his shoulder, mouthing the words back as they come flooding back.

___

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[transmechanicus]

help i’m a feral mad scientist and i’m ontologically opposed to corpocracy but i keep daydreaming about femcorp domesticating me

We'll keep you in a nice little basement lab with little supervision, and send you all the Legally Required clients to play with as much as you want so long as we get them back as the girls they've been court ordered to be when you're done~

[guiltyidealist]

Ancient woofer stimboard

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mOther.. I'm having an active hyperfixation on my dog/breed development special interests againnn~ 🎶

The Basenji (top left, center, bottom right) is a slim, ancient African breed which falls into the Asian Spitz group. It has a fuck shaped throat that produces a distinct yodel-howl, which it does instead of normal barking. They tend to latch onto one person who becomes Their Particular Human. The Basenji's body produces less starch-busting enzymes than other dog breeds -- matched only by huskies, dingoes, and wolves -- which suggests that the breed predates the development of agriculture.

The Canaan dog (top center, middle right, bottom left) hails from Palestine and is Israel's national dog breed. Middle eastern nomadic peoples used them for guarding and herding. They were important for the ancient Israelites but had to be abandoned upon the Diaspora (the exile from their homeland), where they continued to live around settlements. In the early-mid 1900s, professor Rudolphina Menzel was commissioned for service dog projects by the Zionist paramilitary-- she "redomesticated", standardized, and trained the Canaan dog during the establishment of the colony Israel. Their key purpose was to "protect Jews"-- something I can only assume means they were tools of violent terrorism against Palestinians. Fortunately, it didn't work out because this breed is too independent. There is a movement to reclassify the dog as the Palestinian Pariah.

The New Guinea Singing Dog (top right, middle left, bottom center) is a rare breed indigenous to the island of New Guinea (just north of Australia), known best for its namesake yodeling. It was believed to be semi-feral by white scientists for some time, but all evidence shows that singing dogs are domesticated-- just raised communally as village dogs. An even rarer relative from the mountains, the New Guinea Highland wild dog, is non-domesticated but is not a divergent population of singing dogs gone feral-- rather, both singing dogs and Australia's dingoes descend from it.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (12-18 May 2024)

the fucking contempt that dripped from his voice!

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊 Tea and No Sympathy (who_la_hoop) - 70K, drarry - enjoyable enough, set 2 yrs post war, draco gets stuck in a time loop & learns some things

😊 That's What You Get For Waking Up In Vegas (Oh_i_swear & ThePirateStorm) - 96K, shrunkyclunks - cute & entertaining - ymmv depending on your threshold for lots of britishisms in the dialogue of two ostensibly american guys + highly unrealistic kid behavior

😊 head above water (yourblues) - 91K, hocky rpf, started almost too slow burn for me since I don't know the characters involved but well written & compelling enough that I wanted to know & then about halfway thru I was fully in

😍 This, You Protect (Infinite Coffee & Protection Detail #1) (owlet) - 64K, recovering WS Stucky, one of the preeminent classics in the Stucky fandom featuring Cat Eleanor, The Olds, grilled cheeses and sheep pj pants.

💖💖 +56K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Kelly, the Well-Meaning and Very Confused Barista (chaya) - MCU: barbershop quartet, 6K - "An outside observer confuses the 'barbershop quartet' as one woman with a really bad habit for cheating. Complete fluff." - I really love a well-done outsider POV

and now you will not be alone any more (pocky_slash) - X-Men: cherik, 5K - "Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that." - love stories where Erik's like a feral cat that accidentally domesticates itself without realizing it

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Girls5eva - s1, e2

That '90s Show - s1, e1-2

The Unicorn - s1, e1-2

QI - series U, e9-15

Murdoch Mysteries - s16, e21

The Brokenwood Mysteries - s10, e3

Dead Boy Detectives - s1, e1

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Ragenarok (Part 1)" (s21, e19)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Only Cowgirls Get the Blues" (s16, e19)

Doctor Who - s1 (series 14), e3

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Musée Mécanique

Re: Dracula - May 12: What Manner of Man is This

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - To the Moon and Back with Rebecca Boyle

Shedunnit - Bonus: The Chalet School

The Sporkful - Bringing Georgia O’Keeffe To Life With Her Recipes

99% Invisible #581 - It's Howdy Doody Time!

Decoder Ring - How the Jalapeño Lost Its Heat

WikiHole - Nathan Lane (with Zach Woods, Jeff Hiller and Katie Dippold)

Under the Influence - The Gong Show: Ads That Could Never (Ever) Run Today

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Bonnie and Clyde Ambush Museum

WikiHole - Patrick J Adams (with Bowen Yang, Mary Beth Barone and Marie Faustin

Points North - The Legend of Heike's Tombs

The Allusionist - 194. Word Play 4: Good Grids

Pop Culture Happy Hour - I Saw the TV Glow is weird and transfixing

Switched on Pop - Is pop music just fast food? (with Gastropod)

The Fandom Show - 29: The Golden Girls (with Tricia Black)

Dinner’s on Me - Zachary Quinto

99% Invisible #582 - Rocket Man

Vibe Check - Saying the Quiet Part Out Loud

Re: Dracula - May 15: Lizard Fashion

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Looking to the past and future of Black Twitter

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Underwater Sculpture Gardens

Welcome to Night Vale #248 - Mother Lauren

The Fandom Show - (NEW) Doctor Who

Re: Dracula - May 16: This Man Belongs to Me

Wild Card - Why Chris Pine gave up on being perfect

Wild Card - Chris Pine on performing the role of "movie star" + more Issa Rae (Wild Card+)

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Gabbing Goblins with Colin Dickey

Dinner’s on Me - Harry Shum Jr.

Persuasion by Jane Austen - Persuasion 1. | Meet the Elliots

The Fandom Show - Our Flag Means Death

Short Wave - Scientists Reveal Mysterious Origin of Baobab Trees, Rafiki's Home in 'The Lion King'

Dear Prudence - My Mom Forgot to Take Her Medicine and “Accidentally” Made Racist Remarks. Help!

It's Been a Minute - Bumble & the trap of modern dating; plus, living ethically in COVID's aftermath

Endless Thread - Catfish for dinner

Strong Songs - "Easter Theatre" by XTC

Dinner’s on Me - Danielle Brooks

Re: Dracula - May 18: It was No Dream

99% Invisible - The Power Broker #05: Brandy Zadrozny

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Maya Hawke

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Sweetheart Soul

The Romantics Radio • Familiar

The Essential Survivor [Survivor] {2014}

My Supermix

AM In The A.M.: '70s Pop Morning

"Beach Baby" [First Class] radio

[pokemonbiologyirlthetabletop]

Fidough & Dachsbun

Fidough (#926)

Panemcanis domesticus

General Information: Fidough is known as the Puppy Pokémon, it is a fairy-type dog that has evolved to have a naturally doughy body with useful yeast colonies. This is almost certainly a product of intense selective breeding by humans

They average at 1 foot tall (0.3 M) and 24 pounds (10.9 kg).

Habitat: Fidough do not exist in the wild and have not for a very long time. They are entirely dependent on human care and human habitations to exist, though there are some stray/feral populations in cities, as there are all Pokémon.

Life Cycles: Fidough are small dogs that can potentially reproduce every few months with a new litter of puppies. They are not bound to seasonal mating cycles, one of many products of domestication. These litters tend to be around 3-5 puppies, but egg laying can get as high as a dozen. They are good parents all around and the mothers tend to their babies with great love and affection. Fidough are known to live up to about 20 years.

As Pokémon that only exist as pets, Fidoughs do not have natural predators in the technical sense, but they are small doughy dogs that definitely taste good. Any large bird or other large enough carnivore may find your Fidough to be an easy meal, so be careful.

Behavior: Fidough are incredibly friendly and loving Pokémon. They love to be helpful and make truly excellent companions, and in fact many municipalities have Fidoughs available as starter Pokémon!

Diet: Contrary to all other dogs, Fidoughs (while still omnivores) lean toward herbivory, insectivory, and especially fermented fruit. Their bodies are specially adapted to consume fermented fruits and vegetables.

Scientists speculate that proto-Fidoughs utilized their yeast breath to ferment fruits for their own consumption, and that humans ended up domesticating them because of their yeast breath’s ability to make alcohol. Fidoughs might just be the only dogs in the world that would turn up their nose at a steak. For those vegetarians who value having pets that match the dietary restrictions as themselves, a Fidough may just be the perfect choice.

Conservation: Extinct in the wild

Relationship with Humans: Fidough are one of the earliest domesticated Pokémon, alongside Bulbasaurs and Eevees and a handful of others around the world. As mentioned above, Fidough were originally domesticated for their yeasty breaths and thus their ability to turn fruit into alcohol. The domestication process likely began around 20,000-30,000 years ago. The rise of alcohol fermentation eventually led to steady development of agricultural societies as humans discovered more and more uses for the grains that they grew, such as bread, and the yeasty breaths of Fidough became even more important to human society. While there may have been early hunting of proto-Fidoughs and proto-Dachsbuns, these practices wiped out thousands of years ago in most parts of the world, as most cultures see Fidoughs as the quintessential low-maintenance human companion who provide immense value to the household. However, in cultures where dogs and thus dog-Pokémon are/were raised for meat consumption, Fidoughs make great livestock.

As quintessential members of human society, Fidoughs receive special treatment as beloved, endearing family pets, and the majority of households have one for helping out in the kitchen. No respectable baker or brewer would ever be caught dead without their own loyal Fidough (or Dachsbun!), and they are the pet mascot of quite a number of local bakeries and breweries the world over.

As a highly domesticated Pokémon there are several breeds of Fidough that exist, each with unique yeast breaths that provide distinct flavors to brews and baked goods.

Because of their docility, squishiness, small size, and how easy it is to acquire breeding stock, Fidough are regularly used as bait in illegal “dog fighting” practices. An unfortunate reality that is shared with Eevee.

And of course, as popular starter Pokémon, Fidough make their way onto the teams of many trainers across the globe.

Classification: “Panemcanis” means “bread dog” in Latin.

Dachsbun (#927)

Panemcanis amicibilis

General Information: Dachsbun is the Dog Pokémon and the evolved form of Fidough.

Habitat: Human habitations, the same as Fidough.

Life Cycles: Dachsbuns live similar lives to their Fidough counterparts.

Behavior: Dachsbuns are even-tempered Pokémon with an immense tolerance for children and human shenanigans. They can fit into just about any household with the right care and selection.

Diet: They eat primarily fermented fruits, but will also eat insects, bread, alcohol, vegetables, grains, and eggs.

Conservation: Extinct in the wild

Relationship with Humans: Dachsbuns are basically just bigger Fidoughs in almost all respects culturally and functionally. There are pet fanciers who selectively breed fancy Dachsbuns to be shown at dog shows, which garners annual media fascination. Of course, these fancy breeds are prone to health defects, and the ones given out to trainers from Pokémon Centers as Fidoughs are bred first and foremost for health and temperament.

On the children’s television show Tuesdays with Turtwig, there is a Dachsbun who makes guest visits who teaches the audience about baking!

In practical field uses, Dachsbuns find themselves with a niche utility amongst Rangers and members of the Task Force for their unique immunity to both dragon and fire-types (if they have the ability Well-Baked Body). Given that it is often dragon-types and fire-types that local Task Force agents have to wrangle with, the unique immunities of Dachsbun serve to be quite useful.  

Classification: Dachsbuns and Fidoughs are distantly related to other dog Pokémon. They are, importantly, not part of the Spiricanids and will not become a Greavard upon death.

Evolution: Dachsbun evolves from Fidough at level 26.

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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Word Count: 803

Warnings: A/B/O, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, leering, mention of collaring/leashed

*Additional warnings will be added

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Square filled: @spnaubingo -Dystopian AU

A/N: Prologue has had some editing changes since the original release.

A/N II: I'm going to try reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many this will end up being.

A/N III: Guide to how the A/B/O hierarchy works in this story.

Alphas

*Dominants: pack leaders/decision makers/can mate any other A/B/O 

*Subservient: submissive/lower rank/mates(if allowed) chosen by Dominants

*Breeders: extremely rare/highly coveted/can overtake Dominates as Pack Alpha/can mate with/to multiples in all sub genders 

Betas

*Do not possess any physical/emotional traits of Alphas or Omegas Omegas

*Domestic: top hierarchy/mainstream breed/no longer sold by government but matched with mates through testing 

*House O’s:  second generation & on feral who’ve been domesticated but remain lower rank/sold by government agency/ used as household servants/sexual partners

*Feral's: closer genetics to ancestral wolves/main source used for recovery breeding program/more commonly found at fringe facilities

*Pack: extremely rare/highly coveted/can be claimed/mated to multiple Alphas at the same time

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Prologue

North Dakota

1999

John Winchester cut the ignition and climbed out of the 1967 Impala trudging through falling snow steadily accumulating in front of an old warehouse. Outside of Hell, this was the absolute last place he wants to be right now. 

Facilities such as this one had come into existence eighty years earlier a virulent disease was accidentally released from a biochemical research facility. The pestilence that followed wiped out nearly 80% of the Omega population around the world while Alphas and Betas were predominantly immune and rarely died from it. 

The remaining Omegas were fought over like in ancient times resulting in countries declaring martial law and taking the remaining ones into custody. 

It took scientists almost a decade to create an antidote, but the damage was done and if nothing was done, Betas would reproduce to the point the other sub-genders would be on the verge of extinction within a handful of decades.

At a hastily convened conference, the world's governing bodies agreed to a controversial solution: Omegas from the Wild Packs, which had existed on the perimeters since civilized societies were established. 

Scientists hypothesized that their genetics, closer in nature to their common wolf ancestors, allowed them to quickly develop a natural immunity that spared the worst of the dying off, and hoped by introducing their genetics into the mainstream population would deter any future resurgence of the plague. 

A special hormone implant was created to send them into heat within weeks after birthing pups, so they could be continuously bred since they produced multiple litters, unlike their Domesticated sisters. 

In the Americas, the Hibbins Procurement Act, named after the town the negotiations were held, set the legal framework for procuring and selling Omegas. Unscrupulous lawmakers installed a little-known backdoor clause in Hibben's permitting Pack Alphas to legally accept monetary payments from those on the fringes to acquire Omegas directly from them considered unsuitable by the government dealers.  And if some slated for government sales accidentally slipped through and sold for exorbitant prices on the secondary market, who was gonna tell?

Stopping in front of the heavy steel door, the third one he’s stood in front of today, John knocked in a predetermined code and opened admitting the party into the building's main area, its air thick with various scents.

John had the foresight to make sure they’d all taken a dose of rut suppressant, casting an eye towards his younger companions watched as they automatically fell back on their training, checking out the surroundings for potential dangers instead of concentrating on their cocks.

To their left were buyers circling like vultures around eight steel cages raised platforms displaying Omegas clad only in elaborate silver collars, indicating they were slated for sale in a private auction, chattering on phones with their elite clients.

The rest of the warehouse was an open showroom filled with a variety of Omegas in different colored collars advertising their monetary values leashed to eye hooks protruding from the concrete floor, for direct sales.

“John Winchester, this is an unexpected surprise! To whom do I owe the honor of your presence?” 

The nasal voice of Everett Helm, a black-haired Beta, oozed the faked, cheerful demeanor of a used car salesman in his depressive domain approached the trio. 

John could feel bile rising up at having to deal with the bottom feeder, hunters found themselves coming to the dealer at some point because he reputedly could acquire anything they needed..for a price. He had hoped to avoid Helms but after 8 days of unsuccessful procurement at other local facilities, this was his last option.

Before the Winchester Alpha could respond, a badly timed footfall caught the dealer's attention.

 “These must be your pups, my my my, they are quite delicious,” Helms remarked as his eyes roved over the youngest Winchester in a calculating manner biting his lip when a loud, menacing growl filled the air.

There was no mistaking the abhorrence in Dean Winchester's faintly glowing eyes, daring the ogling dealer to make a move on his ever-growing little brother who’d huddled closer to his back subtly released calming pheromones as he peeks over his shoulder at their father and judging from his posturing, their sire was gonna tear into Sam later for attracting attention after being specifically instructed to stay invisible.

Sam looked down through his shaggy bangs to glare at his oversized, sneaker-clad feet, wishing once again he wasn’t so fucking clumsy, like a newborn colt, with his latest growth spurt.

The dealer turned back to John acting as if nothing had occurred and slipped back into his smooth salesman's mode. “You need an Omega for your eldest, got himself in a peck of trouble I understand.” 

John kept his expression neutral while thinking...if I ever get that bastard judge alone.

Part I

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